When I Die
If I should die, cover me not with stone.
Instead, make a tree my graven throne.
Each breath it sighs will be as my own.
Its rustling leaves my gentle tone
and continue singing when I am gone.
When I Die
If I should die, cover me not with stone.
Instead, make a tree my graven throne.
Each breath it sighs will be as my own.
Its rustling leaves my gentle tone
and continue singing when I am gone.
Loved this wholeheartedly. Resteemed, people need to read it.
Thank you!!
Very nice! This is somehow soothing.